This is every time in the past year when I have cried, the people I've loved, the girls down the hallway, the nights I couldn't sleep, the tears falling on my shoulders, the broken hearts, the broken smiles, the invincible laughter, the crooked teeth. This is my story, and I do believe it is so similar for us all. I hope you enjoy this glimmer into my life.

Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toe nails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. Love..hate...broken hearts..breaking hearts....a collection of poems...which represents us BEYOND INFINITY..

3-3-17 Highest Rank: #166 Poems for the lonely and depressed (Disclaimer: Some of my works are inspired by quotes or other poems) (I don't own the image in the cover, credit for the original owner.) (Trigger warning: suicide and depression topics here. In no way am I trying to promote suicide or self harm as an answer.)

In which Wilhem Smith, a gay pre-law student is drugged and raped at a frat party but the only thing people are worried about is his sexuality.

[On hold] Key: |Straight Brackets| - Poetry. \Tilted Brackets/ - Passionate, Vaguely Poetic Prose or Free Verse. ~Wave Brackets~ - Poetry specifically between 1 and 3 sentences in length. ☆☆ For everyone, Who finds, Not in a graveyard or cretamorium, But in the drab, slow-burning windows of everyday life, Death. ☆☆ A collection of intermittent, depressogenic yearnings for appreciation. ☆☆

(#1 in Poetry 14th November 2015- 14th December 2015) (5th in What's Hot- Poetry, 20th January 2016) Cover picture- grunge (WeHeartIt) "Prepared thus to close, he raised his knife, Death came later; he was stabbed by life." When my ballpoint buckles, there is no stifling the blood that flows into verses. Nothing is too negative for a poem. Sixty-odd instances of everything negative. A book that explores and cajoles as much as it disturbs and breaks.

#13 as on 20/02/17 An anthology of poems. Eruption of the volcano containing the lava of my pent-up emotions. Splashes of it on a piece of paper. "The bottle containing the ink of thoughts is overflowing, I have no choice but to pen down those words glowing, Whether the reader is left to mope or exhilarate, At least,my desire to write,it will satiate..." All Rights Reserved.

**Winner of (Poetry Prize Awards) for (Best Poet) & (Best Poetry book) categories... **Winner of (Le Book Award) for (best Free Verse Poetry Read) **First place winner of The Elimination monthly Awards (June 2017) # My name is Akram Sadiq. I'm a Juilliard student. Piano is my life. Music is my soul. Poetry is my dark secret. Guys are not supposed to be romantic, you know. Please don't read this! You still want to?? Okay! *facepalm* ** ¶¶Akram is a fictional character. All rights reserved™ 《Seriously! Mess with Akram and i WILL sue you!!》 ***THIS BOOK IS CONNECTED TO MY MAIN STORY (MELODY)

"Woah, easy there tiger," he says, raising his hands in front of him, "I'm only trying to help." Trapped in the frozen mountains of Alaska with no phone, car or warmth, what will Alex do when her only saviour may be the man she wished she would never meet again? A certain green-eyed man who broke her heart. -------------------------------------------------------------- (Previously titled: Room 32) --------------------------------------------------------------

EIGHT words are enough to express your thoughts. I never knew eight words could hold much meaning until now. If you don't believe me Check out this book to know the eight words magic! I'm sure you'll enjoy these eight words journey Do let me know, what you think of this book! Have fun:)